In the evening, the old pier.

"It's time to eat, a hearty meal, seagulls, mastodons, and ...... Eh, all sorts of bastard bugs! ”

The strong man put away the empty woven bag.

He hung the carcass of the slate beast on a hook and pushed it to the surface.

"Brothers, this time is not optimistic."

"The tide of death has just ended, and there are not many new shopkeepers who can deceive, except for the crystallization of the soul, there are other ways to live."

"Hey, I'm thinking too much! So are you, and so is the boss. ”

The fat man's expression was gloomy—for the sake of deception, it was a naked depravity, and what was even more tragic was that they gradually accepted this pleasure.

The money was divided into three parts, the golden crow, the silver python, and the bronze wolf, which were mixed up unevenly.

The vendor never spoke.

He sat on the barrel, his arms on his knees, and his broad back bowed, like an old wolf crouching in a den.

Seagulls began to land on the carcass of the slatemon.

White feathers and flesh fly, and razorfish boil in the water.

The number of eaters gradually increased, and a fierce rush broke out.

The vendor's expression gradually became hideous, with deep resentment and unwillingness, and he himself did not know that this inexplicable emotion was directed at the beast......

Or at yourself?

"Ahem, yes."

The fat man handed over the money bag, which was noticeably more swollen than the other two.

"This is a gratuity, go to the Red Room or the casino to relax? Or let's find a bar that doesn't mix water, and we'll drink until late at night! ”

"We, hey, we're worried about you."

The vendor looked at his brother beside him, closed his eyes and stretched his brows, and said with a wry smile.

"Look at what the hell I've taken you into now? I can see where this damn life is going to end up. ”

He straightened his back and slapped twice, startling away the nearby seabirds.

The fat man and the strong man followed silently, they had long been accustomed to giving up thinking, and only needed to put their trust in the eldest brother.

The back in front of me, under the sea breeze and the setting sun, alternates between light and dark.

"I've been asking for a long time, Captain Leslie, a difficult and special woman, who just returned home yesterday. A few of us should be qualified to go there and find a future. ”

A few people strolled along the empty pier.

Since they want to take refuge with a certain captain, they must first clear their previous inventory.

"At least half of the storehouse is still a crystal, how are we going to ......?"

"Shh

The vendor suddenly raised his hand and motioned for the two to be silenced.

Mangrove trees dotted the bay with their tenacious branches to peel back the roofs of their houses and discover the secrets of buildings that have lost their owners.

The sea breeze stirs up dust from the ground, mixed with the smell of gulls and bird droppings, and a hint of unclean fragrance.

They looked at each other to make sure that the smell of precious tobacco was not a hallucination.

The steel knife and the spike were unsheathed, and the iron rope was untied from the body, and in the setting sun, there was a penetrating essence.

Several people shrunk their limbs and slowly moved their feet, they leaned side by side on the plank, the sound of the waves rising and falling in their ears, interspersed with the soft sound of talking.

The vendor looked through the vacant hole, and two familiar figures appeared in his field of vision.

Uh-

The warehouse was filled with smoke.

Purple-black crystals, stacked vertically in bundles, resemble a sugar cane forest.

They are wrapped in various cloths and covered with fishing nets covered with blades of grass to prevent the fluorescent light from leaking out and being found by passers-by who wander around at night.

"Laurie, look at it, the height of these crystals is basically three times the height of yours."

Adam weighed the purple-black stick in his hand, and because of the narrow space, he could only do some stabbing movements, feeling the tight mass of the thing.

[Long Pole Weapon: 98]

"It's full of top materials, isn't it?"

"But, as you can see, Mr. Duchen. Such a length is too restrictive for battlefield equipment, so there is no way to sell it. ”

Laurie spread out her arms and replied rather helplessly.

"It can't be shortened, what can it do with a bare pole?"

"Traps, defensive or hunting, deadly traps!"

Adam asserted.

He held the tail ends and visually examined their curved arcs, and found that they were all neat and straight.

"According to different specifications, you can customize a special crossbow for it, and even if you don't have a tool that can be operated, you can pick it up and use it as a ...... after practice."

He narrowed his eyes and slowly pulled his arms apart according to the location of the red dot in his mind.

"Javelin!"

[Throw: 107]

The Dark Crystal burst through the void, breaking through the gaps in the walls, leaving behind a pillar of sunlight.

Ding, puff.

Laurie could imagine that it rolled on the ground for some distance and ended up falling into the sea.

But what made him even more concerned was that there was a hurried and messy footstep outside the room just now, and there must have been someone peeping around, and it was likely that it was the owner of this batch of materials.

Adam patted the dust and walked steadfastly towards the wall.

"Welcome home, three gentlemen, don't keep guests waiting so long."

Boom –

The rhinoceros-like burly man directly smashed through the obstacle, and with a knuckle-thick plank, he pressed up violently.

As instructed by Laurie, he hid in cover and leaned out halfway to watch.

The hole exposed the sea, and the blinding, warm sunset filled the otherwise dimly lit room with golden, star-like dust.

Adam turned to the side and paused very calmly.

Then, a knife light slashed down from the blind spot of the field of vision, quickly swept through the throat, and flew into the air on the spot!

He lifted his elbow and slammed it down the way, crooking the jaw of a fat man.

"Oh."

Adam cried out, and instead of chasing, he took two steps back with his eyes widened.

Thin iron cables fell from the sky, just where he had just landed.

The fat man was injured and even became a bait, and if he didn't react fast enough, he would be caught and strangled.

The vendor stepped out of the way, dropping the end of the rope and holding two nail sticks inlaid with shark teeth, his face solemnly tensing his muscles.

The sluice bone steel sword instantly unsheathed, bursting out with two compact sparks.

The strong man turned around, but received a kick in his face, raising a large cloud of dust again.

The fat man clenched the broad knife, but suddenly lost his balance, and there was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

Adam knew that the three of them had a tacit understanding, and that if they wanted to end the fight without killing anyone, they had to avoid getting together.

Stick skills, lassoes, fighting skills.

The tricks that the vendor could use had been tried all in the short conflict, and he still had some secret medicine and energy inlay crystals in his pocket, but he never had a chance to dig them out.

The fire burst out, and the cold seeped through.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and in a moment of dodging, it flowed into his eyes.

The merchant shook his head abruptly and retreated, pulling out the farthest distance, but he completely froze his movements—the terrifying steel sword actually chased in and pressed against his heart.

"Okay, okay, take it easy, it's me who lost!"

He raised his hands.

He dropped his weapon decisively, and opened his palms to stabilize the two anxious and weak brothers.

"Dear sir, I swear, this is the first time I've met you in the warehouse, and there shouldn't be any misunderstanding between us, so what do you want?"

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